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Quotes by Thomas Hood - (12 quotes)

Thomas Hood - From the Advice category:

To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Critics category:

What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe – and all is gone. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Exhibitions category:

Well, something must be done for May, / The time is drawing nigh – / To figure in the Catalogue, / And woo the public eye. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Failure category:

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Fashion category:

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later: namely, Novelty, novelty, novelty. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Fear category:

There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Greatness category:

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, / That we too may leave behind us - / Letters that we ought to burn. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Nature category:

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Silence category:

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Thinking category:

A moment's thinking is an hour in words. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Travel category:

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther. (Thomas Hood)

Thomas Hood - From the Windows category:

I remember, I remember, / The house where I was born, / The little window where the sun / Came peeping in at morn. (Thomas Hood)